"I'm the best kind of sin."
To become king you have one task and that is to defeat all seven corrupt sins.
Vernon Chwe has already defeated six, now he just needs to defeat the last one.
Lust.
Little did he know.
Lust wasn't one to be messed with.
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Seungkwan sighed and hopped off the bed, when his feet touched the wooden floor beneath him it turned to fire.
With each step Seungkwan took the space beneath him left grey little ashy foot prints in their place.
Seungkwan came to an abrupt halt upon reaching the wheel standing beside Junhui. A twisted smile held stiffly on the elders face.
"Come on now Seungkwan, you know the drill," Junhui sneered, his eyes sent blazing hot daggers towards the other boy.
Seungkwan sighed and turned around and placed his back directly towards the wheel.
Junhui pulled out a tiny remote from his pocket and pressed the big red button.
Suddenly Seungkwan's hands were locked in by metal cuffs and then in another instant the boy had begun to move.
"Time to spin, spin, spin!" Junhui yelled out in glee as the wheel begun to turn with Seungkwans body strapped to it.
Junhui now got into position, he brought his bat up with both hands, "I've been waiting centuries to do this!"
Without another second to spare, with wide eyes Junhui began to bash his bat into Seungkwan's rotating body.
Junhui hit him in every place possible his eyes moved quickly to follow Seungkwan's movement, everywhere there was pale skin Junhui slammed his bat into the flesh wanting to turn it all colours of the rainbow.
Each hit he took onto the younger, Seungkwan let out a mournful cry, which only got Junhui more excited, making him to want to slam Seungkwan even harder.
Suddenly the sound of cracking and crunching filled the room. It was Seungkwans bones. They were breaking into millions of pieces.
Junhui slammed hard into Seungkwans ribs breaking them, and continued to bash them until he reached the spine where he snapped it causing Seungkwans body on the wheel to slump down.
That is when Junhui finally tired down and the rotating wheel had begun to slow.
Seungkwan was released once it stopped and his body shot to the floor.
Bloodied, colourful and broken.
"Mm," Seungkwan mumbled, as his fingers, crushed and beaten, wiggled on the floor.
"Done already?" Seungkwan snickered, his body started to crack and correct itself.
Seungkwan's neck snapped back into place and he brought his head up, his face pulsing and red.
He made a noise that sounded like a cry.
Seungkwan's expression was unreadable due to loss of muscle function in his face.
